And the Rain Falls

And the Rain Falls


Finding my face


And without sound

I remember

All those moments

They have passed me now


Are the hardest of things

There are whispers

In the darkness

Almost as unbearable

 As the hush of years

I must endure these feelings

And the rain falls

So gently

Days from your voice

Years from your sighs

The only sound

The other side of sorrow

It returns to silence

And shadow

Never to be spoken

Out loud

© Ann Bagnall 2013.


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